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❝𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴é 𝘕𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦.❞
                        - 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬é 𝐀. 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐃𝐈, known as Qui-Gon Jinn, led the decoy queen and the rest of her group, including the true queen, through the hanger and all the way to a group of battle droids in the center of the massive area, a transport sitting right there next to them, just waiting to be used.

"We need to free those pilots," Captain Panaka hissed at the teenage Jedi, known as Obi-Wan Kenobi, next to him, looking at the said pilots cuffed and trapped behind the group of battle droids.

"I'll deal with that," the younger Jedi whispered back to the paranoid captain, the captain's dark eyes attempting to stay locked onto the bright green eyes of the Queen of Naboo. He had to make sure she stayed safe, above all else.

Obi-Wan quietly made his way to the back of the battle droids, praying to the Force that he wouldn't be caught. For extra measure, he used his ability to hold his breath, seeing as his breathing made unwanted noise.

While Obi-Wan was busy with that, Qui-Gon stepped forward to the battle droid in charge of this specific squadron of droids.

"Halt?" The droid questioned, almost as if he didn't know what he was doing. He didn't, as he wasn't as well programmed as some of his other fellow droids.

"I'm Ambassador for the Supreme Chancellor," Qui-Gon informed, hoping that the droid was stupid enough to fall for the trick Qui-Gon was about to pull, "and I'm taking these people to Coruscant."

"Where are you taking them?" The droid asked once again, still confused beyond belief.

"To Coruscant."

"Coruscant?" The droid questioned one last time, "Ahh, that doesn't compute," the droid searched the locations in his memory folder, "Ahh, wait! Ahh, you're under arrest!"

Qui-Gon immediately pulled his glowing green lightsaber out, slashing the idiotic droid in front of him.

Obi-Wan jumped out and kicked the two droids closest to him straight in the face, knocking the both of them out for good.

As the two of them continued to slash the droids away into oblivion, Captain Panaka made sure the Queen and her handmaidens made it safely on board. He guided them all onto the transport by getting behind them, pushing them all lightly with his hand.

"Go!" Obi-Wan shouted as backup droids entered the hanger, firing off blaster shots in the direction of the transport.

The two Jedi's stayed just outside of the ship, attempting to shield it by deflecting the beams of destructive light with their lightsabers, the blue and green meshing in perfect harmony.

Obi-Wan ran over to the captured pilots, slashing his saber through the cuffs that kept them tied to the droids.

The no longer captured pilots ran over to the entrance of the hanger and bustled out of the large steel room, tripping occasionally over one another.

The Jedi Master and his padawan slashed as many droids as they possibly could, the sounds of blasters being fired echoing off the steel walls.

After the droids were no longer existent, the two Jedi's looked at one another and nodded, running inside the transport just as it was about to take off, the ramp slowly being lifted up into the transport.

Throughout all of this, Clarissé Amidala sat with her sister, Padmé inside the transport, hearing the sounds of blaster shots being fired off one by one. She couldn't tell what was happening, and she wasn't sure if she liked it.

Only two things were truly on the Queen's mind though.

Her people, and how fast she needed to get to Coruscant.

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𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐌É 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 with tenderness as we quickly exited the atmosphere of Naboo, our home.

"Oh, Padmé," I whispered, trying to hold my tears in. I didn't want to cry, it showed weakness and I had to be strong for my people, but it was so difficult when I looked out the window of the transport and saw dozens of ships just outside our home, waiting to attack when ordered. "I'm so afraid. This is such a disaster."

"No, Clarissé," Padmé's soothing voice cooed as she started to stroke my soft, milk chocolate hair, "this is not your fault, okay? You don't need to be afraid. We will make it to Coruscant and we will reclaim our home. I won't let anything happen to it, and I won't let anything happen to you. I promised to protect you and I intend to do just that. No matter what happens we'll be there for each other, all right. It's you and me, Clarie. We'll make it through this."

I let out a quiet sob and soon curled my tiny body into Padmé's lap, screwing my eyes tightly shut, wanting to escape the traitorous reality I was living in.

I felt so helpless. My people were suffering and I couldn't do anything to make them better. It made me feel like the worst queen in the galaxy. I was so stressed and exhausted and depressed. Most nine year olds my age wouldn't have been sitting in a transport getting ready to present a case of invasion with the Senate of the Galactic Republic. I could have turned down my role as Queen of Naboo at age seven, but I didn't. I loved Naboo too much to not accept the invitation to protect it. I would have given anything to help its people. It was my home after all, and now it was slowly being destroyed and tortured.

Bit by bit.

I raised my head slightly and stared at my beautiful sister. She smiled gracefully at me and wiped my hot, salty tears away with the palm of her delicate hand.

"I love you, Padmé," I whimpered, snuggling back into the warm embrace of my sister.

She smiled at me with adoration in her pearly white grin and softly kissed my forehead with as much elegance and grace of a mother.

"I love you too, Clarissé."

Padmé hugged me gently and started to stroke my head, her nimble fingers soothing me into a saddened sleep, as she whispered soft and loving things into my ear.

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𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐍 sat in the cockpit of the transport carrying the Queen of Naboo, all of them thinking of a way to get her royal Majesty on Coruscant safely.

"There's not enough power to get us to Coruscant," Ric Olie, the pilot of the transport, informed the two Jedi's, captain, and Gungan in the cockpit, "the hyperdrive is leaking."

"We'll have to land somewhere to refuel and repair the ship," Qui-Gon suggested after hearing the dire circumstances of their situation.

While Qui-Gon studied the ship's star chart on the dashboard, Obi-Wan presented a new idea to his master by looking at a virtual map on the wall next to him.

"Here, Master," the teenage padawan called for his master as Qui-Gon moved towards his trainee. Obi-Wan pointed at the map, "Tatooine. It's small, out of the way, poor. The Trade Federation has no presence there."

Captain Panaka turned around in his seat to face the young Jedi in training.

"How can you be so sure?"

"It's controlled by the Hutts," Qui-Gon trailed off at the unsettling news.

Panaka jumped out of his seat in pure rage at the thought of suggesting handing his queen over to a planet controlled by the Hutts.

"You can't take her Royal Highness there!" The thought of the poor little girl getting captured and tortured by the disgusting Hutts was enough to make Captain Panaka sick. He loved the little girl like a younger sister, as she would always talk to him about her day when they got done with their tedious meetings. He admired the nine year old girl for being so brave and diligent in times like these. He was impressed by her political skills and even more so impressed by her kindness. A little girl like that did not deserve the fate many poor people suffered at the hands of a Hutt. He wanted to protect the young queen.

"The Hutts are gangsters," Captain Panaka continued, "If they discovered her..." The captain could not even finish his sentence as horrible images of the little girl on a planet controlled by the Hutts flooded his mind. What an awful way to die.

"It would be no different if we landed on a system controlled by the Federation," Qui-Gon argued, agreeing with the plan to stop on Tatooine. For some reason, the desert planet drew him in. He needed to stop on Tatooine, for the Force told him as such.

"Except the Hutts aren't looking for her, which gives us an advantage."

Captain Panaka grumbled for the slightest second, still not agreeing to the plan, for it put his queen in danger. He took one deep breath in, to calm his growing anger, until he suddenly set the course for the poor, desert planet of Tatooine.

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 conference room of one of the Trade Federation's battleships, an important meeting was held.

Rune and Nute sat down at a long conference table, a vicious looking hologram of the ever growing Sith Lord, Darth Sidious, sat in front of the two quivering aliens.

"And Queen Amidala," the Sith Lord started, his flat, deep voice sending shivers and chills up the two viceroys, "has she signed the treaty?"

The two aliens looked to each other in mild discomfort. They did not like Darth Sidious one bit, but did what they had to do to insure their rule over all trade.

"She had disappeared, my Lord," Nute informed, shrinking back into his seat in fear of how the holographic man would react.

"One Naboo cruiser got past the blockade."

Darth Sidious took a deep, slow breath to control his growing anger over the horrible news he had just received.

One girl. One little girl is all it took for his plan to manipulate the Trade Federation and gain control over the entire galaxy to work. It infuriated the man that something so light, so petite, so delicate and innocent, could be keeping him from achieving his ultimate goal of darkness.

"I want you to find that damn little girl, and get that damn treaty signed," the Sith Lord hissed into the ears of the trembling viceroys.

"My Lord," Nute began, even more terrified now, "it's impossible to locate the ship. It's out of our range."

Darth Sidious chuckled darkly, his lips leaving a faint rasping sound behind.

"Not for a Sith."

A second holographic figure appeared right behind Darth Sidious, this man somehow even more terrifying than the cloaked figure below him.

The man had a red face with black lines slithering up and down in some sort of unorthodox pattern. Glowing amber eyes replaced normal looking ones, the yellow so vibrant, it shined through the hologram. Black robes sat on the man, somehow making him even more threatening than he already was. Instead of hair, the man had multiple spikes growing out of the tips of his head.

The two viceroys of the almighty Trade Federation, gulped.

"This is my apprentice, Darth Maul," the Sith Lord raised his hands to gesture towards his apprentice, his own yellow eyes never leaving the aliens.

"He will find your lost ship. And your lost queen."

The hologram abruptly shut off, leaving the two aliens stunned and breathing heavily at the abrupt exit.

The two aliens stared at each other from the corner's of their big, black eyes.

"This is getting out of hand," Nute stated as he shook his head lightly, "Now there are two of them."

Rune nodded in agreement at his partner's statement.

"We should have not made this bargain."

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❝𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘, ❞ one of my handmaidens, Eirtaé, softly awakens me with a gentle nudge to my shoulder.

"Huh, Eirtaé?" I mumbled sleepily, looking up at the blurry figure of my loyal handmaiden. "Where's Padmé?"

"Miss Naberrie has informed me to wake you up for some very important news," Eirtaé informed my still partly unconscious self.

"Where is she?" I question at the young girl my age.

"The makeshift throne room, with Indirá."

"Thank you, Eirtaé," I thanked, throwing the warm shawl Padmé must have put on me off. I sat up on the hard couch placed in the center of the room.

"You're welcome, your Majesty," Eirtaé bowed deeply at me and exited the room, her hands clasped in front of her back.

I sighed and stood up from my seated position, heading out of the room and towards the makeshift throne room.

I stepped into the sterile white room, immediately noticing Padmé standing next to Indirá, who sat on a small chair in the center of the room with the rest of my handmaidens behind her.

"Clarissé," Padmé started, heading over to me, "we are set to land on Tatooine."

I tilted my head at my sister's words.

Tatooine? That made no sense. I had heard of it from one of the many planet classes I had to take when I was training to be Queen of Naboo. From the things people had told me, it was a lonely and miserable place where the only interesting thing in sight was the never ending sandstorms they received.

"Tatooine? Why would we land there?" I questioned at my sister and Indirá as I stood in front of the two of them.

"We have to refuel, your Highness," Indirá informed as I looked from her to my sister, my head tilting quizzically, "The Trade Federation also did minor damage to our power generator. We can't make it to Coruscant without a proper refuel and repair. Tatooine is the closest and less noticeable planet we can properly rejuvenate at."

I nodded my head at her, reaching behind me to place my hood back on my head, as my little nap had disturbed it. The two buns on the side of my head had been messed up too, stray strands of milk chocolate hair flying all over the place. I would need to fix that later.

"Very well then," I nodded with assurance, "To Tatooine."

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❝ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 put together little droid,❞ Captain Panaka stood in front of the decoy queen and her handmaidens as he addressed the little R2 unit, "Without a doubt, it saved the ship, as well as our lives."

Indirá nodded twice at the captain's words. To anyone else, it would have looked like she was simply nodding at the captain's words. To Clarissé Amidala, it meant that Indira was looking for the right words to say.

The little nine year old girl went up to her decoy and secretly tapped her on the shoulder one time with her index finger, and then four times with her thumb.

Thank the little droid and ask for its number.

"It is to be commended," Indirá requested, interpreting what her queen wanted to say perfectly, "What is its number?"

The little droid in response let out a construction of beeps, as Captain Panaka walked over to rub some of the messy, constricting dirt off the friendly, bubbly droid.

He saw the number on the side and read, "R2-D2, your Highness."

"Thank you, Artoo Detoo," the decoy queen thanked as she suddenly looked towards the green eyed girl leaning over her makeshift throne.

"Clarissé!" The fake queen ordered the real queen as the young girl made her way to the front of the room, placing herself straight in the vision of her decoy.

The girl with the vibrant green eyes bowed deeply to her decoy, not knowing what Indirá was about to ask of her.

"Clean this droid up the best you can. It deserves our gratitude," the decoy commanded the beautiful young queen, the green eyed girl nodding slightly in response to her decoy's order.

The young queen looked towards the droid who had saved their lives. She smiled kindly at the droid, mouthing a 'thank you' to the little R2 unit. The droid beeped happily in response to the kind little girl's smile.

"Continue, Captain," Indirá continued as she looked at Panaka, who was looking towards the little girl standing by the little R2 unit droid who had saved their lives. The captain smiled fondly at the nine year old girl, as she started to softly pet the droid's head, causing him to let out a few beeps of comfort and appreciation.

Panaka turned to face the two Jedi's on his left after a few seconds of watching the sweet little girl.

He nervously glanced at them, urging them forward to present their plan of stopping at Tatooine.

"Your Highness," Qui-Gon bravely took a step forward, "with your permission we're heading for a remote planet called Tatooine. It is a system far beyond the reach of the Trade Federation."

"I do not agree with the Jedi on this," Panaka imputed into the conversation, looking at the true queen and feeling the need to tell her he was not onboard with this plan.

"You must trust my judgement, your Highness," Qui-Gon insisted, trying desperately to get the queen to agree with him. He had to go to Tatooine. It was pulling and sucking him in now, and he couldn't get out of the giant vortex unless he went. The Force worked in mysterious ways.

Indirá timidly looked at Clarissé, asking for permission to either disagree or agree.

Like Qui-Gon, the young queen also felt drawn to Tatooine for some reason, and so for that strange reason, she nodded quickly and ever so slightly.

"My handmaiden from earlier heard you talking about it, we have been expecting this," Indirá informed, looking at Eirtaé from the corner of her eyes, "so yes. I give you my permission to bring us to Tatooine."

Qui-Gon slightly smiled at the impostor and bowed deeply down towards her.

"Thank you, your Highness."

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𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 enjoying the time I spent cleaning Artoo Detoo. He was a funny, yet kind hearted droid. It was strange, he was almost human in some aspect.

"What you did for this ship was very brave, you know," I started, focusing on one specific dirt spot on his dome head.

He beeped in reply.

You're very kind.

I laughed a little at the sweet droid's compliment. I had taken a fair share of binary classes back on Naboo, as the government of my planet thought it would be better if the queen of their kingdom was fluent in a variety of languages.

"Thank you," I thanked, smiling softly at the droid while gently rubbing the dirt and ash away from his white body.

Thank you for being so gentle. No one's ever gentle with a droid.

I frowned a bit at the answer, feeling saddened by the lack of respect some people had towards droids. They helped us with practically everything. The least we could do was show a bit of gratitude towards the little miracle workers.

"You're very welcome. And I'm sorry some people aren't very kind or respectful towards you. Everything in this galaxy deserves some sort of respect," I proclaimed, still wiping away at the never ending dirt on Artoo's round, metal body.

Suddenly I hear something metallic crash against the sensitive floor, the unexpected crash causing me to jump from my seated position and look towards the culprit of the sound.

Peering behind the door to the room, was the Gungan the two Jedi's had with them back on Naboo.

"Hidoe!" He exclaimed in what I can only describe as pure childlike joy. My heart started to beat fast and my breathing became erratic at the sudden scare. Artoo gave a little beep in concern. I looked at him and smiled softly at the brave little Astro droid, ensuring him I was okay.

The Gungan looked embarrassed at the frightening scare he caused me and started to enter the room, my cheeks turning a vibrant red due to my lack of oxygen at the moment.

"Sorry," he